Izzy Stradlin Imagine - Blog Posts

MASTERLIST

NEPOTISM BABIES

Gene Gallagher

Appreciation >

Lennon Gallagher

Kisses >

*you starts filming*

- Hey, who is this?

*Izzy thinks*

- oh, sh.. is y/n serious? alright… tell someth..

*gif*

Y/N - your name.

• (Izzy Stradlin) Live at the Ritz, 1991.

Handcuffed (Izzy Stradlin)

(Picture not mine, found on pinterest. *credit to owner*)

Handcuffed

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Smut

WARNINGS: profanities, sexual content

Word Count: 1,225

Y/N’s POV:

I was sitting on my bed watching tv when I heard the door to the living room open. “Iz?” I yelled as I turned off the tv. Within a few seconds Izzy was walking into our bedroom. “Hey babe.” Izzy smiled at me and sat on the bed. He sat a small white plastic bag on the bed in between us, I looked up at him and raised my eyebrows. “What’s that?” I motioned towards the bag and Izzy’s lips turned into a smirk. “So I really wanted to try something, but we don’t have to if you're not comfortable with it.” He looked at me with a look of seriousness as he sat his hand on my knee. A look of confusion washed over my face as I began to speak, “Okay,” I dragged out the word with uncertainty. “what is it?” Izzy removed his hand from my knee and began rummaging through the bag. He tossed a box of condoms onto the bed beside him as he continued searching the bag. So it was that kind of something. I waited with anticipation as he looked for the item. After a few more seconds of Izzy shuffling the items in the bag he pulled out black, fuzzy handcuffs. Oh my god. My heartbeat felt like it was beating the fastest it’s ever been. Izzy looked up at me and then back down at the cuffs in his hands. “Um so I guess I never asked you but..how do you feel about bondage?” I cleared my throat and tried to seem normal as I spoke. “Um well…” I tried to form a sentence in my head, I was extremely caught off guard. “Well I’ve never tried it before but….I’m willing to try it.” Izzy’s face lit up and I smiled at him. Izzy leaned forward and hugged me tightly before he began leaving kisses on my neck. Damn he was quick. I laughed to myself as I laid back on the bed. Izzy never broke the connection of his lips to my neck as we changed our position. He was wearing a button up shirt that, quite frankly, didn’t have many of the buttons done. I slid my hand down his bare chest until I reached the few buttons that he had done. Slowly I began unbuttoning his shirt before it was completely undone. Izzy moved his arms so that I could slide it completely off of him. Once the shirt was off I tossed it onto the floor next to us. Izzy looked me in the eyes and smiled seductively. God how I loved that smile. Izzy’s hands made their way under my shirt as he rubbed circles into my skin with his thumbs. “You ready princess?” He whispered in a low tone. I swallowed nervously and shook my head. Izzy chuckled lowly and climbed off of the bed. The bag was now sitting on the carpeted floor. Izzy grabbed the handcuffs and made his way to me. His eyes were dark and full of lust as he helped me remove my shirt. His soft fingertips trailed over my arms until he reached my wrists. He lifted my arms above my head as he attached my hands to the headboard with the cuffs. As he was backing away from me he stopped to whisper in my ear, “I want you to tell me if at any point you're uncomfortable okay?” I smiled at him “Yes Izzy I know.” “Good.” I watched as Izzy crawled in between my legs. An excitement was building inside of me at the sight. Izzy began leaving small kisses on my thighs. I was wearing an old pair of gym shorts that I usually slept in. Izzy tugged at the elastic waistband, pulling the shorts away from my hips. He then slid them down my legs and threw them so they joined his shirt on the floor. He placed a few soft kisses on top of my panties, he then took hold of my underwear as he slid them down my legs torturingly slow. To my surprise, Izzy crawls up to me so we are face to face. I watch as he dips his hand lower and begins rubbing my wet slit. “You’re so fucking wet.” Wanting to create more friction, I bucked my hips. “You like that babygirl?” He knew very well that I liked it, he just wanted to hear me say it. “Yes...God yes Izzy don’t stop.” I breathlessly moan. A light chuckle leaves his lips as he stops. Fucking hell. Izzy left a trail of kisses down my body as he inched closer to the place I needed him most. He teasingly sucked at the skin on my thigh, leaving a few marks. “Izzy please.” I quietly pleaded. “Eager are we?” Izzy smirked devilishly as he peered at me

through his lashes. I rolled my eyes and threw my head onto my pillow. Then I felt Izzy kiss my clit. I lifted my head off the pillow to see Izzy lick my clit before sucking it. “I-Izzy” I moaned as his tongue worked wonders on my pussy. His tongue ran a long stripe up my slit before inserting it inside me. “Fuck” I moaned loudly. The pleasure I was experiencing was overwhelming. “I-I’m so close” I moaned breathlessly. Izzy nipped at my clit lightly but soon soothed the pain with his tongue. I felt a feeling of euphoria wash over me as he made me cum with a loud moan. Izzy smirks and moves to kiss me on the lips, and I could taste myself on his lips. He broke the kiss and began kissing down my jaw until he reached my neck. I moaned lightly when he sucked at my sweet spot. He made his way off the bed and fumbled with his belt. I watched as he slid his jeans and underwear off of his legs and let them pool at his feet before stepping out of them. He made his way back to me and straddled my lap. He pressed his tip to my entrance and rubbed it up and down a few times. He slowly slid in. I moaned and closed my eyes. “You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned. My moans got louder as he picked up his pace. Izzy reaches down and begins rubbing my clit. The room was now filled with the sound of me moaning Izzy’s name repeatedly. I felt my walls clench around Izzy and I could tell he was on the edge. “Fucking cum for me Izzy.” His face contorted in pleasure as his warm cum spilled into me. He slowed his pace, allowing us to ride out our orgasms. Izzy pulled out and crawled up to me. He carefully removed my wrists from the handcuffs and took my hands in his. “Are you okay baby? I didn’t hurt you did I? You would have told me if I did?” I smiled at his concern. “I’m alright baby.” Izzy placed soft, sweet kisses to my wrists before laying down behind me. He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. “I love you so much Y/N.” Izzy mumbled as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. “I love you more.” I whispered before closing my eyes and sighing in contentment.

Hello! Thanks for reading this imagine. I just wanted to say really quickly that I know I had kind of been going in order of who I do imagines for, if that makes sense. (For example after I would do a Duff one I would always do a Slash one) Just wanted to tell y’all that I’m not gonna be doing that anymore. I don’t know if any of you noticed or cared, but I thought I’d just mention it. This imagine was probably the most I talked about smut so I hope you like it! Have a good day/night! :)

I Had The Right To Do That (Izzy Stradlin)

I Had The Right To Do That

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Smut

WARNINGS: profanities, sexual content

Word Count: 1,134

Y/N’s POV:

I watched as the man in front of me took another swig of his beer. I hadn’t come to this party to find someone, but I guess that’s how it worked. One night stands weren’t my thing. If you knew me, you knew that. The guys are the ones that dragged me to this party in the first place, even though I didn’t want to go.

I always ended up alone at these things, but this time was different. This time I was talking to a man and he was actually a lot nicer than most. He didn’t act like he wanted to just get into my pants and leave. He acted genuinely interested in what I had to say and I couldn’t help but be impressed. “Well I’m gonna use the bathroom. I’ll be right back okay?” I smiled at the man and nodded my head. He then headed for the restroom. I stared off into the distance and thought of the man, then I felt someone sit next to me. I turned to see who it was and to my surprise, it was Izzy. “Hey Iz. What are you doing?” I looked over at Izzy to see an angered look on his face. His expression soon turned to a wolfish one though as he looked behind me. I turned my gaze behind me as well to see what he was looking at. That’s when I saw Chad, the man I was talking to, walking towards us. “Hi,” He waved shyly at Izzy. “Uh Y/N who is this?” Chad had a smile on his face, but I could tell he was at least slightly upset. “Hi. I’m her boyfriend.” Wide-eyed, I looked at Izzy. What the fuck did he just say he is?! My boyfriend? “What the fuck Y/N? Why did you tell me you’re single?!” Chad was now very visibly upset with me and I was very very upset with Izzy. “Chad, listen this isn’t-” “She felt bad for you.” I gave Izzy a death stare and ran out of the home. Once I was outside I began walking down the sidewalk. Where am I gonna go? It’s three in the morning. I can’t walk home alone. I stopped walking and decided the sidewalk would be a good place to sit. I was hugging my knees and my face was buried in my hands. I was so mad at Izzy. He was the only one I could go to, to talk about relationships and guys. Izzy knew how badly I wanted a relationship, and he knew that was my chance of getting one. My anger only built inside of me as I thought about what had happened a few minutes ago. “Y/N?” I lifted my head to see none other than Izzy Stradlin, standing there in his black skinny jeans. “What the fuck do you want asshole?” Izzy could tell I was being serious. He scratched the back of his neck and walked a bit closer to me. “Um...I had the right to do that.” I stood up immediately and walked towards Izzy. His eyes widened slightly but he stayed still. I pointed my finger at him as I spoke, “Listen to me Stradlin. You had no right to do that!” Izzy’s eyes were downcast as he spoke, “I was just being a good friend.” At this point my blood was boiling “A good friend?! Really Izzy? How many times have I told you I wanted a relationship? How many times? Do you realize I just had a chance and you took that from me?!” Izzy looked me right in my eyes. “Listen Y/N I was just trying to be a good friend. You always told me you never wanted to lose our friendship, and if you got a boyfriend we definitely wouldn’t be as close.” Did he seriously think like that? He isn’t dumb. He knows that’s not why. “Oh I see. You didn’t do it because you were trying to be a good friend. You did it because you're selfish!” I was yelling at him now and I’m sure people could probably hear us. “I’m sorry I don’t wanna lose you! I love you okay?! Seeing you with some guy would kill me Y/N. I wish you understood that.” I looked at him completely taken by surprise. He loves me? I pulled Izzy into a hug and whispered, “I love you too Izzy.” He kissed the top of my head and then he broke the embrace. I was disappointed, but then he took my hand. “Where are you taking me?” Izzy looked back at me with a sly smile on his face. That’s when I realized he was opening the door to his car’s backseat. Before I could protest Izzy brought me into the backseat with him. His lips attached to mine in a passionate kiss. He began to kiss down my neck. His kisses were intoxicating. I soon realized that I was under him. I was under Izzy fucking Stradlin. The fame Izzy had didn’t really faze me. I had been best friends with the guitarist since the band's early days. Even though I always had a close bond with Izzy, I never thought he saw me as more than a friend. In other words, I never thought this

day would come. His hot breath fanned over my neck as he spoke quietly, “I’ve been waiting so long for this.” He nibbled on my earlobe before continuing to leave hickeys on my neck. He stood on his knees and began to undress himself. I could feel the wetness begin to pool between my thighs. Slowly, I began undressing myself as well. I discarded my shirt, bra, and pants. I was about to abandon my soaked panties, but Izzy got to it first. I could feel him position his cock to come inside me. I shivered slightly. A cry of pleasure escaped my lips as Izzy gently slid his hard cock inside of me. Izzy groaned as he began thrusting in and out of me. “You’re so fucking wet, and tight.” Izzy whispered into my ear. Izzy’s car was filled with the lewd sound of me moaning his name as a feeling of euphoria washed over me. “Fuck...Shit Izzy.” I screamed. “Shit Y/N...I’m gonna cum.” I couldn’t form a coherent sentence, so I just nodded my head. I felt Izzy’s warm, sticky cum shoot into me as he groaned lowly. I didn’t mind, I was on birth control pills. Izzy’s body fell on top of mine as we tried to steady our breathing. “You’re amazing Y/N. I love you so fucking much.” Izzy buried his face in the crook of my neck. “I love you too Izzy.”

Hi! Thanks for reading this imagine! I’m not the best at smut...so hopefully this is ok lol. Have a good day/night! Remember you are beautiful! :)

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀𝐱𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞:

I Won’t Tell

Jealousy

It Was Just A Joke

Self Defense

Love You More

I Was Gonna Tell You

Mr. Rose

𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡:

In This Together

Damn Good Dance Moves

Need To Know By Friday

The Promise

𝐃𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐌𝐜𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧:

Walk In The Park

Spin The Bottle

I Will Take Care Of You

The Phone Call

The Party

𝐈𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧:

Teach You Not To Mess With Me

Forget Him (Part One) (Part Two)

I Had The Right To Do That

Handcuffed

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫:

A Better Match

My Brother’s Bandmate

I Love You Too…Popcorn

𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩:

The Moaning Contest

Forget Him *PART TWO* (Izzy Stradlin)

Forget Him Part One

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Sad Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities, mentions of abuse and abusive relationship

Word Count: 935 Part 2 *This won’t make sense unless you read part one :)*

Y/N’s POV:

I looked over at Izzy. He had a concerned look on his face and I was still in shock at what had happened. Tears were pouring down my face and I couldn’t stop them. I sat on the couch and held my stomach. Izzy sat next to me and wiped a tear from my face. Then I heard a couple of the boys gasp quietly. “What the hell?” Axl whispered. I looked up at the boys in confusion.

“Y/N you uh..you have a black e-eye.” Duff muttered. A wave of realization flooded over me and I instantly felt sick. “Y/N are you ok?” Slash asked. I nodded my head and ran to the bathroom. I felt as if I would throw up. I felt almost ashamed of myself. Why did I feel like this? I did nothing wrong. I locked the door behind me and sat on the cold tile floor. Just as I began to calm down I heard a knock on the door. “Y/N? Can I come in? We don’t have to talk about it, I just wanna make sure you're ok.” It was Izzy. I nodded my head even though he couldn’t see. I unlocked the door and he opened it slowly. “There you are. It’s alright ok? He isn’t gonna bother you anymore.” Izzy sat next to me and took me into his arms. I felt calm in his embrace. The warmth of his body soothed me along with his heartbeat. “Iz-” He cut me off. “Listen Y/N, if it’s gonna make you feel better to talk about it then go right ahead, but if you don’t want to you don’t have to.” He stroked my hair softly. “It’s okay Iz I wanna talk about it.” I broke free of his embrace and looked into his beautiful brown eyes. “Just….why? Why was he acting like that?” He said breathlessly. “It’s a long story Iz so I’m gonna tell you the basics.” He nodded his head, “Ok.” I looked down at the floor made of small white tiles. “He wanted to have sex with me but...I told him I wasn’t ready and he got mad. Some nights I had to say I would call the police just to get him to leave. Eventually he started hitting me because of it and threatening to do worse if I told someone. I was scared Iz...I didn’t wanna make anything worse than it already was.” I was starting to cry again and Izzy hugged me tightly. “I’m so sorry that happened to you Y/N. I promise it will never happen again. I don’t want you seeing him anymore. He isn’t safe and I’m sorry but I don’t think he is gonna change.” He whispered. I nodded my head and looked at him. “Is that why you have a black eye?” Izzy asked. “Oh uh yeah.” I said sheepishly. “That’s awful.”

Izzy’s POV:

“That’s awful.” I said and looked at my shoes. I’m gonna beat this guy’s ass. I couldn’t help but feel horrible about the entire thing. I grabbed a tissue off of the counter and wiped Y/N’s tears. “Let’s go tell the guys you're alright.” I helped Y/N to her feet and we walked out the door. The guys were sitting in the living room whispering about what had just happened. “I’m um..ok guys.” Y/N said. “Did that douche bag do that to you?!” Axl yelled and stood up. “Ax take it easy” Steven said. “Steven, how am I supposed to ‘take this easy’ ? Y/N got beat up by that jerk and now he is gone.” I gave Axl the ‘Don’t talk about it’ look and he sat down. The night continued on as they usually did. The boys argued over stupid shit and Y/N and I sat in the corner of the room and talked. I looked at Y/N and took in her features. To me, she looked like she could outshine even the brightest of stars. Not only was her beauty immaculate, but her personality was like something I had never seen before. She made me a different person. My typically unamused face now brightened with joy. I heard people say that everyone has a purpose in life, and I never believed that until I met her. Y/N. She was my purpose in life. “Y/N...I have to tell you this and I’m sorry if it ruins our friendship but I think you need to know.” I said calmly even though my heart was racing. She looked at me and smiled. Oh how that smile killed me. “I love you. I really, truly love you.” My palms were becoming sweaty and my heart felt as if it would jump out of my chest. “I love you too Izzy.” She smiled and before I could respond, she pressed a kiss to my lips. I was surprised at first, but I happily obliged. When we pulled away from the kiss I looked over to see all of the guys staring at us. “So….I will be the first to ask,” Duff started. “Are you guys together now?” I felt my cheeks redden and I looked over at Y/N. She looked at me, smiled, and turned her head to Duff. “Yes.” The smile on my face probably looked extremely dumb, but I didn’t care. This masterpiece of a person was mine.

Hello!~I know this is shorter than most of my other ones but I felt like it needed to end here. Also, this probably wasn’t my best writing so I just wanted to say sorry about that. I am always trying to improve! Thanks for reading! Have a great day and remember you are beautiful! :)♥︎

Forget Him *PART ONE* (Izzy Stradlin)

Forget Him Part Two

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Sad fluff (not really much fluff in this part)

WARNINGS: profanities, abusive relationship, physical abuse, mental abuse

Word Count: 1,758

PART ONE

Y/N’s POV:

I was sitting in the living room of Izzy’s apartment, hanging out with the boys. And my boyfriend, Greg. If I was being honest I hated hanging out with greg. He made me uncomfortable constantly. In the beginning of our relationship he was really sweet. He spent time with me on the weekends, told me how important I was to him, and sometimes spoiled me a bit. Material things don’t mean a lot to me but I still thought it was kind of him. At first he really was the perfect boyfriend. Then it all went downhill.

I still remember the first night that started it all.

~flashback~

Greg and I were sitting in my apartment watching tv and cuddling when he started kissing my neck. I didn’t think much about it because we had made out before and he did that sometimes when we made out, but this time was different. He trailed his hand up my leg and started tugging at my pants in an effort to take them off. I stopped him and he looked at me confused. “Greg I’m sorry I uh...I’m a virgin and I...I don’t think I’m ready.” Greg huffed and looked at me. “Are you serious right now? After all I do for you and you’re gonna say ‘I’m not ready’?” He said it in a taunting voice. That was the first time I ever felt unsafe around Greg. “Greg I’m sorry I just don’t want to do that right now.” I said and stood up, moving away from him slightly. “Fuck you Y/N! Come here right now.” He literally chased me around my apartment until I threatened him with a police call. “Gregory Connar Philips I will call the police on you!” I yelled at him. His eyes widened and he looked worried. “Fine.” He slumped onto my couch and I couldn’t believe what had just happened. “I think it’s best you leave.” I whispered. He stood up and walked over to the door. After grabbing his jacket off the coat rack he opened the door and began to walk out. Right when I thought I was safe he turned to me and whisper-yelled, “If you tell anyone about this you will regret it. I will find out Y/N. I’m not stupid, unlike you.” And with that he slammed the door in my face. I couldn’t sleep that night. I wanted to die. I cried the entire night and contemplated what he said.

*End of flashback*

The next few weeks weren’t any different. Greg would come over to my house and the only way I got him to leave was by threatening him with the police. It was true I wasn’t ready. As long as I was with Greg, I never would be. I always loved my best friend Izzy. He was one for me. I was too scared to ask Izzy if he felt the same, and he never made a move. So eventually I met Greg and I liked him so I settled for him. I shouldn’t have done that though. Greg never layed a finger on me thankfully. Of course that changed though, two weeks ago actually.

~flashback~

“Greg please stop yelling at me!” I yelled. I had sat on the couch crying for the past two hours. Greg had been yelling and cussing at me about not wanting to have sex with him. I fucking hated Greg at this point. All the love I had ever felt for him, if any, was gone. Then it happened. Greg lifted his right arm and I looked up at him. He wouldn’t hit me, right? Well I was wrong. His hand came down at an extremely fast speed and hit me in the face. My face was stinging and tears were now running down my face at an immensely fast pace. I looked up at Greg and he smiled devilishly. “Don’t fucking yell at me little girl.” He spat. He pointed his finger in my face and walked into another part of the house. I wasn’t at my house so I decided I would leave. I walked to the door and opened it, but Greg shut it. “You’re not going anywhere. We don’t need you telling anyone about this do we?” I didn’t answer. I just looked at him shocked. “Do we?” He yelled. I shook my head no. After that I stayed at his house for the night. I slept on the couch that night.

*End of flashback*

After that I think Greg felt more comfortable with hitting me because he did it often. The worst so far was the black eye that I had currently. I didn’t want the boys to see it so I covered it up with makeup. I wanted to tell the boys about what Greg did but I was scared. Greg draped his arm around my shoulders and I shifted uncomfortably. Izzy and Slash were sitting on a couch opposite of me and Greg. I felt Greg’s hot breath on my ear and I shuttered. “You look very good tonight doll. What do you say we ditch these guys and go have some fun?” He whispered. He was seriously doing this in front of people?! “I’m alright. Thanks though.” I said loudly enough so the boys could hear. Greg gave me a death glare and I suddenly knew I had messed up. How bad would the punishment be this time? Izzy looked at me and raised his eyebrows. I shot him a small smile and looked down. Greg put his hand on my knee. Here we go again.

Izzy’s POV:

I looked over at Y/N as she shifted uncoftably. Greg whispered something in her ear and she declined it politely. I saw the look Greg gave her afterward and it made me think. What could he have said to her? I looked at her and raised my eyebrows, but she just smiled and looked down. I shrugged it off and continued to joke around with the guys.

*Time Skip*

It had been an hour since the Greg incident happened. I thought that was the end of it but then it happened again. And again. And again. I was starting to get upset with Greg. He was a complete asshole whenever I talked to him and Y/N seemed to be uncomfortable around him. As much as I didn’t wanna admit it I loved Y/N. We had been best friends for a while and I had developed feelings for her. I never had the guts to ask her out though. Then she found Greg and I had no chance. Greg wasn’t like me at all. He was some rich momma’s boy that played golf on the weekends. I was some weird ass rocker that played with their band on the weekends. I had watched Y/N become more uncomfortable by the minute over the past hour and I was done with it. I walked into the kitchen to find Axl and Duff. “Hey guys can I ask you something?” I whispered. “Ya just did dipshit but sure, give it a shot.” Duff spoke. “Have you guys noticed anything off about Y/N? Like, doesn’t she seem uncomfortable around Greg?” Axl and Duff both shot glances at Y/N and Greg. “Nah man. I think they’re fine.” Axl said. I leaned on the counter and sighed. “Alright.” I whispered. I watched Greg and Y/N for the next little while. It sounds creepy, but I wanted to make sure she was ok. I decided to sit in the chair next to them. I acted like I wasn’t paying attention, but I was snooping. I knew it was wrong to listen to their conversation, but I couldn’t help it. “Y/N you’re going to sleep with me tonight.” Greg whispered. What the hell is he talking about? “Greg, I told you I’m not ready for that. Please don’t do this in front of people. I don’t want it to get out of hand.” She pleaded. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. As much as my heart was hurting hearing the conversation I continued to listen. “Y/N I’m done with your bullshit. Tonight is the night or you will regret it.” His hand formed a fist in his lap and she frowned. “Can we please just talk about-” He cut her off. “No. No more talking Y/N!” His voice was now loud enough for everyone to hear. The boys turned their heads towards the couple and Y/N looked around. Greg’s eyes, however, stayed on Y/N the entire time. A single tear escaped her eye and coursed down her cheek. Greg stood up and looked down at Y/N. “Greg, please don’t do this right now please!” She choked out. It was obvious she was about to start crying and I had to do something. I looked at all the boys and they looked at me. “Hey Greg take a seat buddy. We can figure this out whatever it is.” Slash said in a hushed voice. “Shut up mop head.” Greg said and grabbed Y/N’s arm. “You are going to wish you didn’t do this Y/N.” He began dragging her down the hallway and Axl chased after. “Hey man I’m sorry but you can’t go back there we are uh..remodeling.” Axl stood in the hallway in front of Y/N and Greg to block their way. I could hear Y/N crying as Greg dragged her back down the hallway to the living room. “Greg, please stop! You’re hurting my arm.” She squealed. I walked over to Greg and looked him in the face. I wasn’t about to let him hurt Y/N. “Greg I don’t know what your problem is but you need to calm down.” He looked at me and smiled evily. What the hell was with this guy? “Tell the worthless piece of shit to make me happy and maybe I would calm down Mr. Stradlin.” He said perfectly calmly. This guy has issues. “Don’t talk about Y/N that way!” Duff stepped in. Greg tried to grab Y/N but I stopped him. “You need to leave Greg.” “Fine. Come on Y/N we’re going home.” He motioned for Y/N to go with him but I stopped her from going. “No Greg. Just you. Out now before I call the police.” Greg flipped me off and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

Hello!~This is my first two part imagine! I know this was really sad but I promise it will get better. Just make sure to read the second part! Thanks for reading btw. I have an instagram where I post edits I do of the boys so if you want to check it out i will put the name of it below. Have a great day and remember you are beautiful! :)♥︎

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Teach You Not To Mess With Me (Izzy Stradlin)

Teach You Not To Mess With Me

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Smut

WARNINGS: profanities, sexual content

Word Count: 880 (kinda short I guess, sry)

Y/N’s POV:

I was singing my heart out as the hot water poured over me. “Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty!” I yelled using the shampoo bottle as a microphone. I turned the water off and grabbed my towel. I wrapped it around my body and looked in the mirror. It was steamy from the hot water of my shower. I opened the bathroom door slightly. The cool air rushed into the bathroom making me cold. I wasn’t singing now, but I was whistling. I walked to the end of the hallway before I stopped to admire the sight in front of me.

Izzy was sitting on our light tan couch in the living room. He had an acoustic guitar in his lap and he was strumming it lightly. He looked angelic sitting there. I smiled to myself. How did I get this lucky? To have Izzy fuckin Stradlin as my boyfriend? I guess Izzy noticed my presence because he looked up at me. His eyes scanned my figure before he smiled. “Hello beautiful.” he sat his guitar aside and stood up. He began walking towards me. I blushed slightly at his nickname. He stopped a short way in front of me. He placed his hands on my waist and looked me in the eyes. “I love you so much. You know that right?” His expression became serious when he asked me. “Yes Izzy. And I love you very much too. You dork.” He smiled slightly as did I. He hugged me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Iz.” No response. “Izzy?” still no response. “Jeffrey Dean Isbell.” I whisper-yelled. He looked up at me with wide eyes which made me laugh. “I have to get dressed.” I motioned towards the bedroom, where my clothes were. “No you don’t” he smirked deviously. I rolled my eyes playfully. “Yeah ok sure.” I said sarcastically. I started to make my way towards the bedroom, but Izzy came up behind me. He hugged me from behind. “Izzy!” I yelled. Not in a mad way of course. I tried to break free from his grip, but it didn’t work. Of course. “Come on honey I know you don’t wanna go to work.” he began to leave a trail of kisses down my neck. “Izzy...I..I have to.” As much as I would have loved to stay in that moment I had to go to work. I knew that. Now I was determined to do one thing and one thing only. Get to work without being distracted by Izzy. I walked into the bedroom and Izzy followed. He sat on the bed as I got some clothing from the closet. I could feel his eyes on me as I went through the hangers on the rack. Once I had chosen an outfit I turned around. I sat my things on the bed and looked up at him. “Oh don’t mind me.” He said as he threw his hands in the air. It was like he was surrendering. I nodded my head and began to change. First were my bra and underwear, then my shirt, then my- hold on. I heard something coming from Izzy’s direction. I shook my head, thinking I was just hearing things. Then I heard it again. It was a moan? I looked up to see Izzy. Pleasuring himself. I cleared my throat. “Uhm..Izzy? What are you doing baby?” He looked up at me and smirked. “Well you don’t want me anymore so…” I could tell he was teasing me. I bit my lip. I decided to mess with him a little bit. “Oh..ok Iz. Have fun.” and with that I grabbed my clothing and walked out the door. It wasn’t even sixty seconds later that Izzy came rushing out of the bedroom. I turned around to see Izzy. The look on his face was like nothing I had ever seen before. I smiled innocently at him as I zipped my pants the rest of the way. “What the hell was that Y/N?!” He said, partially frustrated. “Oh whatsoever do you mean?” I made it clear that I knew. “Oh ok. You're gonna get it now Y/N.” I squealed as he chased me around the couch. Of course he eventually caught me. He pushed me against the wall and began kissing me passionately. I moaned into the kiss. He looked up at me and raised his eyebrow. He began leaving kisses down my neck and collarbone. He began to undress me and I did the same to him. Within a few minutes we were both completely naked. To my surprise Izzy thrusted into me with no warning. I moaned loudly as he continued to kiss and nip at my neck. I couldn’t say anything. I had nothing to say honestly. The room was filled with the moaning of Izzy’s name. I was extremely close to my climax when Izzy pulled out. My eyes shot open and went wide. “Izzy? What the hell?!” He looked me in the eye and smirked. “Maybe that will teach you not to mess with me..Sweetheart.” He pressed a light kiss to my lips and walked away.

Hello!~Ok you guys this was my first smut and I know I suck at writing them so sorry if it’s absolute trash. Also I know it’s kinda short I guess so wanted to say sorry about that. I know I might not have gotten Izzy’s personality completely correct, I’m trying. Thank you for reading this imagine though!! I really appreciate it! Have a good day and remember you are beautiful! :) ♥︎

can you do something with izzy?

when izzy and the reader meet again after some time

missing you

Summary- It had been 7 months since you had last seen Izzy, and it was affecting you more than you’d care to admit. You had been so close, so close to getting what you wanted, when it was abruptly taken from you. Now that he’s back, do you have a chance to redeem what was once so precious?

Content warnings-kissing, mutual pining, fluff, a tiny little sprinkle of angst, happy (and rushed) ending wooo!!!

A/n- izzy is my personal fav out of the og lineup of guns n’ roses, so this was a pleasure to write! I didnt know what you quite wanted (ex lovers, friends, long distance lovers) so i went with friends who were nearly lovers, then got split up for a while, then met again and had a go at a relationship 🫶🏼 i hope thats okay for you my lovely‼️also this seems to be quite long as i yapped, and yapped, and yapped so i’m sorry if you were wanting something shorter 💔💔

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Seven months, seven long, gruelling months since your heart was broken. Seven months since you had lost all hope at something you were so sure was going to work out.

Okay, well maybe thats a bit dramatic. It had been seven months since your nearly-boyfriend Izzy had left for a tour. You call him nearly-boyfriend, because thats how you would like to believe it was like. He was one of your closest friends, as you were his, and there had been times where you thought he was going to pop the question.

Like the time you were both stuffing your faces with Indian takeaway on your couch, with some cheesy rom com playing to keep you entertained. He had been sat so close to you, thighs pressed together, arms touching. He was so close to you, that if he turned his head, you were sure to be able to feel the gentle puff of air flowing out of his nose. Everything was so peaceful, and the silence between you was comforting.

It was domestic in a way, him and you eating like a couple on a random Tuesday night. Your feelings were just beginning to bloom into something more at this point, you had only just recently began seeing him as more than a friend. Thats why it had caught you off guard when the next words left his beautiful mouth.

“Hey, can i tell you something?” Izzy had mumbled out with a curious shine in his eyes.

“Course, Iz you can tell me anything, you know that,” you had said back, always happy to hear his thoughts.

You hadn’t missed the way he seemed to light up at the nickname, the nickname that only seemed to be reserved for you to use.

“It’s just i l—”

Your head tilted.

“I really appreciate you, you know?”

You had caught the way he stuttered the first time, but chose to ignore it, just seeing it as the outcome of voicing something so genuine and intimate.

“Awe Izzy y’know i appreciate you too” you had said, punctuated with a playful nudge to his thigh, which he quickly returned with his own.

Or maybe it was the time when he was sat on a chipped wooden chair in your bathroom. You were putting on gloves and preparing the hair dye when you caught him smiling, no, grinning at you through the mirror.

“What? Do i have something on my face?” You asked through little giggles.

“No, no. You’re fine” he had replied, still giving you that cheshire smile.

“Then why are you looking at me like that?” You questioned in an accusatory tone.

Izzy gave out a little laugh at your question, and gave himself a minute to carefully choose his next wording correctly.

“When you’re concentrating, you poke your tongue out through the side of your lips, it’s cute. You’re cute.” Was the answer he decided on.

You stood there, black box dye in hand, completely in awe of the man sat in front of you. All you could muster up was a quiet ‘thank you’ before returning to the rather messy task at hand.

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Dying Izzy’s hair for him had become a tradition ever since he had rocked up to your door at 2:29 in the morning, clad in plaid pyjama bottoms and a baggy band t-shirt. His hair was obviously a failed attempt, blotchy patches of brown and black dotted all over his head, and a pathetic little look on his face, he looked at you as if he was a kicked puppy, and the explanation he gave you was very short and mumbled out through a grumpy tone of voice.

Despite the way he had just showed up to your house, you still decided to help him, of course not before having a quite rather long chuckle at the state of him, which he answered to with a small shove at your shoulder.

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It had been seven months since you had enjoyed those memories with him, and it had taken its toll. You are sure that if Izzy saw the state you were in, he would laugh at you, and then help you get yourself back together. But izzy wasn’t here, you needed to sort this out yourself.

That is how you had gotten to this point, stood in your kitchen, wild hair and messy clothes, washing your dishes. You had spent the whole day taking care of your house, even going as far to organise the little cupboard hidden in the corner, which was filled with miscellaneous items that took at least an hour to get through.

Now it was time to take care of yourself, something you hadn’t done in months, not really. Of course you had gone to work, and done the basic morning and night routines, but you hadn’t properly given yourself even an hour to maybe take a long shower, to shave your legs or something. So thats exactly what you decided to do.

The water was hot, cascading down your back and washing away all the remnants of the day. Just what you needed. Your muscles relaxed and you finally had a moment to just relax. Soft hums left your mouth in the form of your favourite song, one that izzy shared your love for. If he was here, he would admire the effortlessness it took for you to sound so angelic, well, you did in his eyes anyway, no need to sing.

Considering this was supposed to be a pamper session, you had rummaged around and dug up all of your best shower items, which meant by the time you were stepping out of the shower, you felt, looked, and smelt amazing. You slipped into your pyjamas, which consisted of an oversized shirt and some cute shorts. Then followed that up by moisturising, and brushing your hair. You felt amazing, better than you had in a while. But some part of you still yearned for him. Everything about him was entrancing, often keeping you up at night thinking about his beauty.

The couch sank underneath you as you perched down onto it, grabbing ahold of the tv remote and flicking through the channels, nothing interesting at all— those thoughts were quickly interrupted by a gentle knock at your door. Thats weird, you weren’t expecting anyone round, and you hadn’t ordered your food yet. So who could it be?

Your feet padded across the floorboards as you made your way to the door. Unfortunately, you had no way of knowing who was on the other side until you actually opened the door, so you shyly creaked it open and poked your head around the side of it.

What you saw made your stomach flutter.

“Izzy?” It came out nearly as a shout, pure confusion etched into your voice, but you were happy nonetheless. “Hey sweetheart,” was his response, a bit pathetic you think, but you know he’s probably nervous, izzy has always been like that. “Come on in, oh my gosh why didn’t you tell me that you wer—were going to be back, i—i mean i would’ve—” your rambling was swiftly cut off by the foreign feeling of his lips against yours.

It took you by surprise, well, this whole situation did. The last you heard, izzy was in New York, preforming in-front of thousands of people. Now, he was in your apartment, kissing your lips as if he had been craving them for months. “I’ve been wanting to do that for ages.” He whispered. You think you went into some sort of shock, only able to open and close your mouth, rendered speechless.

“Sit,” he gestured towards my couch, “let me explain, please?” You nodded, unable to form actual words. But explain is what he did, he spoke to you about the tour, and why it ended as abruptly as it did. As well as voicing his reasoning as to why the first thing he did was come and see you. “I liked you— i mean, i like you, i have for a long time a—and i know i should’ve said something sooner, then maybe we wo—” Now it was your turn to shut him up. A small peck on his lips did the trick, his eyes gazing into yours. “Izzy, i like you too, you have no idea.” He looked at you gormless, as if not quite understanding what you were saying. Thats until you saw the exact moment those glossy eyes lit up.

You two spent the rest of the evening murmuring quiet love confessions and snuggling up to each other in the comfort of your bed, his lanky arms wrapped around your midsection and legs entangled with your own.

Whats that one quote? Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Thats beginning to make a whole lot of sense.